I don’t want to write an artistic resume like a professional. If you like my photos, I believe we can become friends. If you don’t, even better, because I absolutely hate them.

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I’ve hesitated for a long time about whether I should keep this personal website, as its domain name comes with a hefty annual fee. Some of my friends might occasionally visit it, and I feel proud for them. They’ve stumbled through confusion and have truly become great photographers, great artists, great directors, and great filmmakers.

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As for me, I’ve been lost. I don’t know what photography means to me. Do these images even have any meaning?

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I haven’t found a reasonable answer. I even read for a PhD over this stupid question and realised that scholars have no answers either. All they care about is publishing papers, and claiming authority over the explanation of all things beautiful: filling art exhibitions with Baudrillard and Foucault, letting photographers boast about their fieldwork, and letting writers boast about being non-fiction writers.

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Of course, anthropologists are very good at self-criticism on this matter, but honestly, they’re just a bunch of fools.

 

​我不想像专业的艺术家那样书写一份艺术简历，如果你喜欢我的照片我相信我们可以做朋友，如果你不喜欢更好，因为我对它们恨之入骨。

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我犹豫了很久是否需要保留这个个人主页，因为它的域名每年要价不菲。我的一些朋友可能偶尔会打开它，我为她们而感到骄傲。她们在迷茫中前行并真正的成为了好的摄影师，好的艺术家，好的导演，好的电影制作人。

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而我一直在迷茫，这些图像到底有意义吗？

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我没能找到合理的答案，我甚至为了这个烂问题去读了博，然后发现那些学者根本没有答案，他们在乎的只是发文章，陷害别人，占据对一切美好事物的解释权：让美术展里面写满了鲍德里亚，福柯，让摄影师吹牛逼说自己在田野调查，让作家吹牛逼说自己搞非虚构写作。

 

当然，人类学家非常擅长对这一点进行自我批判，真他妈傻逼。